On Luis Cernuda

Some missing pages in my knowledge of Spanish poetry have now been found. A poet in exile, a poet separated from birth from his own kind and society, "weeping from the loss of what he loves" --certainly there must be a difference, though perhaps it's not appreciably cultural. I don't know. But what riches. Thank you for that.

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